« 上一頁繼續 »
Her very first draught of vital air
No—her earliest sniff
Of this world was a whiff
When she saw the light—it was no mere ray
That the sun each morning launches-
With a golden stem and branches.
She was born exactly at half-past two,
That stood on a marble table-
As fast as they were able,
According to Grecian fable.
Like other babes, at her birth she cried ;
Aye, for twenty miles around her ;
Of a Fifty-thousand Pounder!
It shook the next heir
In his library chair,
Of signs and omens there was no dearth,
Two bullocks dropp'd dead,
And ale ran about,
That they crack'd the village-steeple.
In no time at all, like mushroom spawn,
But on scale as vast
Of drink and botargoes,
Hundreds of men were turn'd into beasts,
By the magic of ale and cider:
A bite from the Naples Spider.
Then as night came on,
It had scared King John,
To have seen the maroons,
And wheels of the same,
Oh, happy Hope of the Kilmanseggs !
That her parents had such full pockets!
With rickets instead of rockets !
And how was the precious Baby drest?
Her best bibs were made
Of rich gold brocade,
And when the Baby inclined to nap
Of notions so exalted,
And on principle never malted.
From a golden boat, with a golden spoon, The babe was fed night, morning, and noon ;
And altho' the tale seems fabulous, 'Tis said her tops and bottoms were gilt, Like the oats in that Stable-yard Palace built
For the horse of Heliogabalus.
And when she took to squall and kick-
In short, she was born, and bred, and nurst,
To please the genteelest censor-
Of Lord Althorpe's—now Earl Spencer.
Though Shakspeare asks us, “What's in a
name?” (As if cognomens were much the same,)
There's really a very great scope in it.
A name?-why, wasn't there Doctor Dodd,
A prison—a cart—and a rope in it?
A name?—if the party had a voice,
such nauseous blazon ? Not to mention many a vulgar name, That would make a doorplate blush for shame,
If doorplates were not so brazen !
A name?—it has more than nominal worth,
As dames of a certain degree know.
Till turn'd into Rupertino.
Now to christen the infant Kilmansegg,
To hunt the list in the Lexicon :
For a minor rich as a Mexican.
Then cards were sent, the presence to beg